i wanted to make one okay

astral-embers  asked:

So during today’s stream I found what you said about Gaster being the one to write entries 1-8 to be really interesting. (I also went and watched your video on it) I’ve been working on a comic idea involving an Undertale prequel and what you said made a lot of ideas I’d been struggling with make so much more sense. You’ve definitely convinced me that it’s canon, but I just wanted to be sure it was okay before I start. Are you okay with me using this idea in my comic?

Go ahead!

It’s actually sad that some people still think that the one who wrote entroes 1 to 8 was not gaster.

Considering entry 8 is where he picks flowey as a subject for his experiments.

This is something I have undeniable proof for and I think I’ve posted about it a couple times in the past. But people still think it’s a theory and not a fact lol

I’m Okay

Originally posted by sddonald22

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  41 with Peter Parker, as his girlfriend, please?

 41. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Warnings: hints of violence, some sadness

Summary: Being Spider-man means the ones you love are always in danger. When Peter has a terrible dream about you he can’t help but be shaken up by it.  He just wants to make sure you’re okay.


AN: here’s my Peter drabble/ request for the kind anon!! I hope you enjoy it! (Also I was hinting that the black mass was actually venom but I didn’t want to get really into it) Anyways sorry if this is crap but I really tried my best!!

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Title: Jealousy

Warnings: None

Request: Hii!! Can you write one about jordie Benn and the reader fighting and making up in the end? Can it be fluff in the end? Thank you :)

Hi, I asked you the JoBenn one, and as I saw you wanted help from us to write the imagines, I was thinking if it can be a fight about him getting jealous over her male friends, and she says something like “not because you’re a Montreal canadien it means I’m going to put up with your attitude, get out” it can be fluff at the end too, thanks (I’m too shy to come off anon sorry xxx)

Note: I hope this was okay! Thanks for your patience!

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

You jumped when the door slammed closed, knowing only one person had a key to your apartment. The next second a red-faced Jordie Benn came into view as you chopped celery at the kitchen island. He didn’t say a word, his eyes locked on you, anger clouding his eyes.

“Jo, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned; setting down your knife, walking over to him. He took a step back, shaking his head. “What is it?” you asked again, stepping back to take a seat on one of the bar stools that lined the counter.

“Who the fuck are Joey, Tim, and Matthew?” he spat, as though their names were poison on his tongue.

“They’re my friends from college.” you responded, confused as to how they possibly could have angered Jordie that much. “What did—“

“Well they look like a bunch of fucking tool bags.” he said angrily.

“Well, they’re not.” you said defensively. “I tend to hang out with decent human beings. How did three guys, that you don’t even know, manage to make you this mad?” you asked curiously, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Oh, you know, I’m on a fucking road trip and it turns out my girlfriend is hanging out with a bunch of guys without me knowing.” he huffed, his lips set in a thin line.

“Why does it matter?” you asked. “You hang out with your friends without me, I hang out with my friends without you. I would have invited you, but you were away.” you reasoned, trying to figure out how Jordie had known you had hung out with your old friends.

“(Y/N), you went out drinking with these guys. You were wearing that fucking strapless dress, you drank how many of those vodka sodas—“

“How do you know all that?” you asked, anger spreading slowly through your body.

“Why were you trying to hide it from me?” he quipped accusatorily.

“Fuck you, Jordie.” you said, shaking your head as you got up, walking back to your cutting board.

“Are you going to deny it?” he asked. “I saw the Instagram photos you were tagged in. Those douche bags look really happy to be with you.”

“No. I’m not going to deny anything. I went out with my friends. I was wearing that dress because it’s comfortable and it was hot out yesterday, and I had one vodka soda because I was their designated driver. And those guys look happy because they were 3 whiskies in at that point.” you hissed.

“I don’t want you to hang out with them anymore.” he said suddenly.

His comment fueled the rage you had been trying to suppress for the entire conversation. “You don’t get to make those kinds of decisions. Who the fuck do you think you are?” you seethed.

“I’m your boyfriend and those losers aren’t.” he said.

You walked slowly back to him, fury filling your eyes as you came to stand in front of him. “I don’t care who you are Jordie Benn. Don’t you ever try to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with. I don’t care that you’re my boyfriend, I don’t care that you’re a professional athlete, I don’t care that you play for the Montreal fucking Canadiens. I am not dealing with your bullshit. Get out.” you whispered venomously, watching as Jordie bit his tongue, taking a few steps backwards before turning around and walking towards the door.

“You know—“

“Get out!” you yelled.

Jordie shook his head angrily, stepping out the door and slamming it behind him. 

With a groan you leaned over, Jodie’s adorably bearded face filling up your phone screen. You tapped the red button, sending his call to voicemail. Again. You got up, leaving your phone plugged in on your coffee table. You walked through the kitchen, past the huge, brightly colored bouquet that had arrived on your door step the day before. Rolling your eyes, you poured yourself a glass of juice, waiting for your pizza to arrive.

You loved Jordie, but the one thing you couldn’t stand, in anyone, was jealousy. He had left you countless texts and voicemails, all vague ‘sorrys’ and none of them admitting any wrong doing. You weren’t going to listen until he was ready to apologize.

A short time later, there was a knock on your door. You grabbed your wallet off the counter, hopping off your stool you headed to the door, pulling it open. When you opened the door, you could have slapped yourself for not looking out of the peep hole. Instead of the delivery person you were expecting, you saw a very relieved looking Jordie Benn. You made a move to close the door, but Jordie’s strong hand caught the wooden slab before you could get it latched.

“(Y/N), please.” he said desperately, looking at you through the crack in the door.

“I don’t want—“

“Just let me apologize.”

You sighed, realizing you’d have to have this conversation sooner or later. “Go ahead.” you said dryly, not moving, still blocking his path into the apartment.

“I was an asshole.” he explained. “I was jealous, I acted stupid, I—“

“Come in.” you muttered, pulling the door open and stepping out of the way; satisfied with the beginning of his apology.

“Thank you.” he breathed, carefully stepping past you, pointing to the living room. You nodded, following Jordie as he walked over to the sofa, taking a seat.

“I’m sorry.” he said, turning to face you.

“I know you’re sorry, Jordie, that’s what the card on the flowers said. But what does that leave me with? What happens next time I go out with someone who isn’t you? You’re gonna stomp into my place and tell me not to hang out with my friends?”

“No, no.” he said, shaking his head. “I just got jealous. I saw you were tagged in those photos and I didn’t even know you were going out. I thought you were trying to hide something from me.” he admitted, looking at his hands.

“I wouldn’t do something like that to you.” you explained. “You should have just asked.”

He sighed, nodding. “I know that now.” he said. “Could I ask you some questions?” he asked, looking into your eyes. “Nothing accusatory! Just information!” he clarified quickly, nervously.

“Sure. Anything.” you said.

“How long have you known those guys? Where did you meet them?” he asked, genuinely curious. No judgement, no anger in his voice.

“I met Tim and Matt in college, so I’ve only known them for a few years. Joey and I met freshman year of high school.” you explained, glad to give Jordie some background information.

“Do they live around here?” he asked.

“Nope.” you smiled. “They were just passing through on a road trip. They knew I moved here with you last season and they were hoping I could show them some cool stuff in Montreal. Matt is also a huge Stars fan and I think he was low-key hoping to meet you.” you chuckled. “I think he only talks to me because he wants to be friends with you.” you joked.  

“Oh.” he said softly. “Are they still in town?”

“Yeah, they’re still here. I think they’re leaving Montreal tomorrow.” you said.

“Bring them to the game tonight.” Jordie said, reaching over to rest a hand on your leg.

“Really?” you asked skeptically.

“Really.” he said sincerely. “They’re your friends. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous. I definitely should not have tried to control who you’re friends with. I was just blinded by jealousy and fueled by anger. I should have had more faith in you.” he explained. “Let me make it up to you, I’ll make sure there are tickets left for the four of you. Show them a good time in Montreal.” he said.

“You’re okay with me bringing them to the game? Are you sure?” you asked, skeptically.

“Positive.” he said. “If they want, we could go out for drinks afterwards. If they’re important to you, I should meet them, right?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

“I think they’d really like to meet you.” You gave him a soft smile, reaching out to grab his hand. “You’re shaking.” you said worriedly, cupping his large hand between your own. “Are you okay?”

“No.” he breathed. “I thought I was going to lose you.” he said, relief flooding through his body when you brought his hand to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“You know, Jo. You annoy the hell out me sometimes, but you’re the best.” you said leaning over, kissing his cheek.

“You forgive me?”

“As long as you promise not to make shitty comments about my friends anymore.” you compromised.

“I promise.” he said emphatically.

“Then I forgive you.” you smiled, Jordie’s strong arms slipping around your waist as he gazed down at you, a permanent grin etched on his face. You reached up, giving his beard a gently tug, pulling his lips down to yours. “I ordered pizza.” you told you as you pulled away.

“Is that an invitation to dinner?” he asked, his lips glistening.

“It’s an invitation to stay the night, if you want to.” you said.

His brown eyes glowed, his beard tickling your cheek as he kissed you again. “I’d love to.”

What Makes A Good Character?

The most important thing to do when creating a character is making them feel real. You want the reader to believe that this is a real person, with real thoughts and feelings. Therefore, you’re going to need to give your character some flaws. Not everyone is perfect and your character certainly isn’t going to be either. Now be careful which ones you choose because sometimes that one bad thing about a character can out way all of the good.

If you want your character to be likeable, then you need to steer away from inexcusable flaws that put people off of your character, these include abusive characters, racists, sexists and pretty much anyone that gives off a creepy vibe.

Now here’s an interesting point, a lot of people say that to make a character likeable, you need to make them good at what they do, but I disagree with this. Okay, so if you’re writing an action thriller or something like that, then yes, making them good at what they do, is going to be the best way to go. That being said, if you’re venturing into comedy or something just a little more light-hearted then it’s perfectly fine to make them terrible or just alright at whatever it is they do. If you’re going for the serious type of story, where you want your character to be good at their jobs or what have you, then you need to make sure that they’re so good, that the reader wishes that they could do what it is they do.

Give your character a couple of quirks, these don’t have to be central to the story, but it’s always good to have them because it makes your character seem more real. If you have a character that is just good at their job and perfect in every way possible, then that’s not going to sit well with the reader, but if your character is good at what they do, but are scared of heights, then that will make them feel more human. Now the quirks that you choose for your character can be pretty much anything from being terrified of trains to always wearing different hats, the world really is your oyster.

Make the reader sympathise with your character, this will help them to feel a connection with them and will make them invest their time reading about them. Nobody likes someone who has had an unusually easy life. What they really want to see, is somebody over come something, whether that is having a partner die, or losing a leg and don’t just stop there, show the reader how these events are still affecting the character throughout the story, let them see the character overcoming their affliction.

Then of course, make them charismatic. This one is important because people don’t want to invest their time in a character that is awkward and boring, they want to read about a character that has something about them that other people are drawn to. Again this is going to help your reader to connect with your character and make them care about them,

Lastly, your character should be a hero. You don’t want to read about someone who sat by and watched the action, but didn’t do anything to either contribute or calm the situation. Nobody likes someone who just stands by and does nothing when they could have made a real difference..

Now these tips can be used to create any character, whether they’re just a secondary in your story or if they’re the main character, but remember, not all characters need to be likeable and like in most stories, there will probably be at least one character that the reader can’t stand and that is fine. Remember, this is your story and they’re your characters so you are free to write them however you wish.

The interim Ministry of Magic, in the aftermath of the war, gives heroes of the war a lot of say in the restructuring of their world. 

Harry’s priorities lie in clearing the names of people who were Imperused or deprived of choices during the war, and convicting real Death Eaters and sympathizers. Hermione wants to put a new system together, the most effective system possible, one that will allow everyone a voice. Ron’s main concerns are with the Muggleborn registry, destroying it as unceremoniously as he does everything he believes in. 

Of course, the Malfoys, the Cattermoles, and all the House Elves who were exploited in that war and all the past ones receive a bit of special attention.

My Snivellus | Severus Snape

Words: 1,494

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: Young Severus Snape x Reader

Warning(s): lots of intense kissing (I guess?)

Requested by anonymous:  Snape request: y/n is best friends with the marauders (specifically James and Sirius could even be Jame’s sister or like a sister if you’d like) and she secretly starts to date sev. They get caught making out (or more if ur okay with nsfw) by the marauders who are in a state of utter shock.

A/N: Oh my God, Louis Garrel as young Snape is everything I ever wanted in life. The man is so perfect, I can’t! Anyways, I hope you liked it and that I got your request right. I love writing about my Sevvy sooo much! Lots of love and kisses! 💖

You were chatting with one of your friends in the courtyard, when your eye caught a glimpse of a tall figure running back inside. Immediately, you recognized his identity and ran after him.

After struggling to reach him, you finally see him enter an empty corridor and follow him. “Severus! Wait!” you cried after him.

Before he could get any further, you snatched his sleeve and cornered him into the wall. “Sevvy, what’s wrong? Why are you running?” you looked up at him, concern written all over your features.

He sighed at your use of nickname, if only you knew the effect you had on him. You gently used tilted his chin back to get a better look at his face and gasped at the sight.

There was a garish bruise under his left eye, as if someone had punched him and it wasn’t hard to tell who did it. Yet again, he had fallen a victim of the infamous Marauders.

The boys were your friends but honestly at times you wondered if they even had a heart. How could they do something so cruel and unjustified?

“What happened?” you traced over the bruise with a feather light touch, careful not to hurt him.

“I don’t wish to talk about it.” He avoided your gaze but it was something else that caught your attention, his knuckles were red and swollen and there was blood dripping on the stone floor.

You quickly grabbed his hand, inspecting the cuts. “Shevvy…” you whispered brokenly, “Did they do this to you?”

He didn’t answer you, but his silence was enough to make you understand before he quickly pulled his hand out of your grasp. “Can I go now? I have class.” he didn’t give you time to respond before he started walking away again, only for you to run to him and hug him from behind.

It was painful seeing him this way. You wanted to help him more than anything, but if he kept pushing you away there wouldn’t be much you could do.

He froze at the contact as you clang onto his huge form but you felt him shift in your arms and face you, hugging you properly this time. It was comforting for him; your touch, your smell, your very presence somehow made it all better.

After staying like that for a while – simply holding each other as your breaths were the only thing that could be heard – you were the first to pull away. You took his hand again, gently touching the cuts and making him wince.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “We need to get this cleaned up.”

“Why? So that Madam Pomfrey can start asking questions again?”

With a sympathetic smile, you brushed your lips across his knuckles and right then he could feel his heart thud against his ribcage.

His eyes searched for yours. “Why are you so nice to me?”

You smiled again, the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed – he wished he could make you smile all the time. “Because you’re my friend…” You replied with that sweet voice of yours that took his breath away but he couldn’t help but cringe at your words. A friend was not all he wanted to be to you.

“-and because you don’t deserve any of this.” You caressed his hand gently.

He scoffed at your statement and you raised an eyebrow, “You don’t! And just because you’re in love with Lily doesn’t mean that James has a right-“

“You think I love Lily?” you looked up to see his eyes that had widened in shock.

“Well, yes! I mean, I think even Lily thinks you love her. Why, don’t you love Lily?” you cringed at the way you stuttered and before you could process what was happening, his lips crashed on yours.

Frozen in place, all you could do was stared at him wide-eyed as his lips moved on yours and seeing your lack of response, he pulled away quickly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know…Bloody hell, I messed up!” he rubbed his face in frustration.

”W-what about Lily?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Y/N! I don’t love Lily, I could never love Lily. It’s been months since she even talked to me last. I want you! I-I love you…”

You couldn’t find the words to answer him as you saw his hurt expression at your rejection. “I knew this was a stupid idea. Just forget I ever said anything, alright?”

You watched as he quickly grabbed his bag from the floor and motioned to leave but before he could go anywhere, you practically jumped on him, causing him to fall against the wall for support but his hands quickly found your hips as he balanced both of you.

You wrapped your legs around him and he held you close, closing the distance between your bodies as you kissed each other fervently. Your kisses were hungry and sloppy and your noses bumped every time but it was perfect.

You tangled your hands in his ebony locks as you felt his tongue tracing along your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. Your tongues moved in perfect sync, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths.

Finally, you parted for air and your foreheads touched as you both panted. You tilted his chin up a little to get a look inside his onyx black orbs that were so uniquely beautiful.

You smiled at him, making him stumble over his words again. “I…I didn’t think you felt the same…”

Instead of answering him, you nuzzled your nose against his and he shut his eyes, cherishing the pleasant warmth your body emitted.

Suddenly, Sirius and James burst into the corridor and their mouths fell open when they spotted you in Snape’s arms. James’ first instinct was to pull out his wand, pointing it at Severus who quickly let you slide back on the floor.

“Y/N? What-“ the boy with the glasses yelled but he was interrupted by Sirius.

“I swear you greasy bat of the dungeons, if you don’t back off from her right now…” he immediately hurried to attack Severus but you stood in the middle, pushing him back with a force you didn’t know you possessed.

“What is wrong with you?” you screamed at them and you must have looked pretty intimidating, because you could see both their faces drain of color. They had never seen you so angry before, it was scary really.

“What is wrong with us? What are you doing with Snivellus?” James yelled back at you, but Sirius kept his focus on the black-haired boy next to you.

“What did you to do to her?”

“Leave him alone, he’s done absolutely nothing wrong!” you yelled back and you could feel tears sting your eyes. Why couldn’t the people you loved just get along for once?

Taking a deep breath to calm down, you lowered your voice. “I love him.” You spoke more confidently than ever, your hand reaching for Severus’ and you interlaced your fingers with his longer ones.

Sirius looked at you in disbelief and then back at Severus, “You slimy git, you did something to her! Slid some kind of love potion into her drink, did you Snape?”

You huffed, “For Merlin’s sake! Why can’t you accept it?”

“You? And Snivellus?”

“Snivell-dammit, Severus! Severus is a great person, the only good person in this room right now, to be honest! And my life is none of your business!” you finished triumphantly and grabbed the tall boy’s hand, pulling him away from the two idiots you called friends.

You walked back to the Hufflepuff common room in silence, but your hold on his hand never broke. When it was time for you to go inside, he plucked up the courage to speak.

“Did you mean all that?” he asked you in a whisper while you opened the door.

Grinning from ear to ear, you turned to him. “Of course I did, Sevvy.” You stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his jawline, where you could reach.

“Come on, let’s get those cuts cleaned!” you guided him inside and thankfully the room was empty, not surprising though considering you should be at class right now.

Pulling out a healing kit, you used alcohol to make sure his wounds wouldn’t get infected.

“But they are your friends…” his voice was lower than usual – he sounded so vulnerable.

“Well not for long if they continue acting like this.”

Hearing your answer, his face lit up with one of those rare smiles he kept only for you and he kissed the inside of your wrist.

“They won’t stop bugging me, you know.”

“Sevvy, if they touch you again, I will hex them into oblivion.” You poked his nose lovingly and you both laughed.

“My badass Hufflepuff.” He smirks at you, “I love you.” He said again, this time with more confidence.

“I love you too, my Snivellus.”

 I couldn’t resist putting in a second gif, he’s sooo handsome!

Only You | Final Chapter

Overview: It’s junior year and Riley’s best friend develops a crush on her first love, Lucas. Not wanting to stand in between them she lies and says she’s okay with them being together. As it turns out, Lucas has an older trouble making brother that none of his friends knew about. One that just so happens to take an interest in Riley.
Author’s Notes: In this AU, the triangle never happened and Farkle never outed Riley’s true feelings. [Italics indicate flashbacks.]
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Final Chapter: “Finally.”
Word Count: 4,625

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Everything was going as planned. Mr. And Mrs. Matthews, as well as Auggie, reluctantly agreed to be out of the house when Riley’s prom date arrived to pick her up but only with the promise that she take a million pictures of them, and her friends, together once they got there. Of course that didn’t stop either of them from snapping away as she got ready for the big dance.  

Topanga got candid shots of her getting dressed and Cory made her pose for pictures in her pj’s but with her hair all done up and a full face of make up on. It was exactly how she imagined it would be when she was younger. The major difference being back then she always envisioned her girls getting ready with her too. She never thought she’d be sitting in her room alone, sad music playing in the background as she blended out her eyeshadow.  

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andrea-lucy  asked:

I want to know more upcoming things in cherry.. If that's okay~ I'm bored too and I need some jikook fluff :(

I’m in need of fluff, too! Here are some cute scenarios that I think you’ll like…

-Jimin’s favorite part of the day is cuddling with his husband and babies at night. The babies lay between their bodies, drooling and squealing, and Jungkook licks their ears to calm them down

-When Jungkook kisses one of his baby’s cheeks, Jimin kisses the other cheek, making a kissing ice cream sandwich

-Jimin kisses Jungkook so much, even Mrs. Park gets tired of it

-Jungkook buys an expensive shirt from a name brand store. As he’s watching TV wearing the shirt, his baby nibbles on the fabric and eventually ends up puking on it. Jimin makes up the night by bringing Jungkook out to a fancy dinner while Mrs. Park watches the babies (they puke on her, too!)

-Their babies mewl for milk 24/7

-One day Jungkook decides to make purple cupcakes. After frosting them and leaving them out on the table, somehow (???) his twins are on the table, purple frosting smeared over their whole entire bodies

Hope you liked them!!!

anonymous asked:

i would love to see you also do armin for the waiting until marriage request that brendinhascuti sent if that is okay please!

(Hope you enjoy, I didn’t like this for some reason)

  • Armin isn’t really thinking about sex tbh. I mean yeah he makes some perverted jokes here and there but that’s just how he is. He’s fine with his video games and cuddles. You guys have had a few intense make out sessions where it almost led to something else but you were usually the one stopping it. He’d continue it if you wanted him too but he never complains.
  • I mean really the guy has millions of other things on his mind, like when his pizza is gonna get here. Or when’s the last time he took a nap? Gotta catch up on those shows man. Sex is irrelevant.
  • Armin was playing his video games, as usual. He held the controller tightly as he concentrated on not letting the character fall off of the rope he was currently trying to get across. You laugh at the way his brows are scrunched up as he focuses.
  • “Almost there, come on man…”
  • “Armin…do you want to have sex?” you suddenly ask. He whips his head around to face you, eyes wide and drops the controller. The character falls off the rope to his death. But Armin is could care less at this point.
  • “W-what?” He’s shocked asf and his mind is racing. Why would you ask something like that out of the blue?
  • “I just, I don’t want to keep disappointing you every time we do things and then I suddenly stop it.”
  • “What do you mean?” He’s completely confused at this point.
  • “Well… I wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, b-but we can if you really want to…”
  • When he hears this he’s really mad at you tbh. Like, why would you think he’d make you do something you clearly didn’t want to do?? And why would you even LET him?
  • “Babe, what- WHY would you do that? I don’t care about something like that, I’m not with you for your body! I’m with you because I really do love and care about you, and I’m not going to be mad at you for not having sex with me. I would never take advantage of you like that. I’m actually pretty pissed that you’d say something like that.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you into his lap, kissing your cheek. “We can wait as long as you want to dork face… Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my trusty hand! lolololololz (he’s lowkey salty asf when he realizes you made him die in the game)
Why not?

Okay, just today I found out they’re going to make another crossover with TMNT 1987 with Bebop, Rocksteady and the Shredder later in season 5. It’s not that I don’t like TMNT 1987, but they already did one earlier in the show. Why can’t we just have a crossover with the TMNT 2003? Is that really too much to ask? I love both TMNT 2003 and TMNT 2012. Why not do that?

starrs-from-mars  asked:

How many classes the first two years are music and how many are just gen eds? My mom wants me to go to a community college for the first two years and I want to know how difficult that would make it the last two especially since I only started learning my instrument at age 11 and feel like I'm already behind Sorry this is worded awkwardly, I hope it makes sense

It’s a mix. You NEED to take music classes at the community college, no doubt. Which ones depends on the requirements of the school you want to transfer to. However, the credits should usually transfer okay as long as you’ve taken the basic courses, and it is way cheaper to do community college then a 4-year as opposed to just a 4-year.

anonymous asked:

Random Steve headcanons please (like the darry ones)

Yessss okay

🍄is tired of being awake

🍄hates 76% of the population

🍄wants to drink coffe and take a nap 24/7

🍄 has bright green shoelaces

🍄 wears booty shorts around his house

🍄sleeps with 67 pilows and 42 blankets

🍄has stuffed animals

🍄can make some good af fried chicken

🍄french fry addict

🍄gets car sick

🍄 walks i to things a lot

🍄 cant sleep without the fan on

🍄the only art he likes is the masterpieces that human bodies are

universal-anomaly  asked:

Oh that's completely fine dude! I just didn't know what was up and I was curious! If revamping and making hem your own will make you happiest, then I say go all for it! One thing I want to ask now though is if it's okay to still use your human Colin design in drawings. If not my friends and I can make up our own!

Oh of course you can!

Convo between Purple and White
  • White: *walks into purple's office* hey purple sorry I'm late I was helping Red with her proje-
  • Purple: *franticly looking through her notes*
  • White: oh my god PurpLE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ITS 2AM
  • Purple: White! I finally found out the truth to the so called death of the Leader of the Nazis!
  • White: oh cool let me hear it
  • Purple: okay but listen, no one has really seen the body of /him/ other than the so called people that burned it. Which means-
  • Purple: ...
  • White: ...
  • Purple: you know what get out I'm going to tell Violet about it

classicfloralfandom  asked:

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈

Okay let’s go~
1.) I like that I started a studyblr and I got tagged by you to do this. 💖 (this one is very true but very cheesy so I won’t count it)
1.) I like that I want to be a doctor because I want to help people.
2.) I like that I take good care of my mom.
3.) I like that I can remember people’s names and faces really well because it makes them feel nice when you do.
4.) I like my sense of style because it’s almost a part of me.
5.) I like that I like to try new things and do things I’ve never done just for the experience.

To spread the positivity I’m tagging:


bloodvesselsandbacks  asked:

Sweet Tears, s'il vous plaît. I adore your works by the way. You're one of my favorite authors-- one of the only ones I follow --and you're super sweet and adorable. I just wanted to use this opportunity to say that. Regardless of what you decide to write, I will read it wholeheartedly.

……Okay okay after this one, I’ll stop with answering and just let the votes **Or spams** flow in ***I love seeing you guys competitive and hearing which ones you want to read…..This is going to be something I do more often from now on…..

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS~~~ THE FRENCH AND THE ADORING OF WORKS AND FAVORITE AUTHORS AND SUPER SWEET AND ADORABLE AND MY HEART HAS MELTED AND I’M ABOUT TO MELT~~~~ Thank you love~~~ you made me smile so widely….is that an okay thing to say…does that make sense??

Another for Sweet Tears by the way~

Which one?


I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid it would open old wounds.